When I
began imagining I would become an author, I never imagined doing it publicly. I
might tell about it to my family, but since I would be using pen names, no one
else would know. There is certain appeal in anonymity, at least for me.
But the
reading audience doesn’t really like faceless authors, does it. I know I always check the back flap of a book
to see what the author looks like, and if there is no picture, I’m very
disappointed. It doesn’t matter what they look like – although, once, an author
I thought would be a woman turned out to be a man instead, which threw me. I just want to know. And I know most people want to know too.
So, faced
with this dichotomy, I ended up voting for putting my face out there. The
decision was so sudden that I didn’t even have a proper photo of myself. At the
very least, I thought I would put on some makeup and comb my hair and sit down
for a portrait. Instead, I just took the least offensive picture of me I could
find and put it out there for everyone to see. Maybe no one will look at it too
closely.
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